Seeing her after long, his eyes lighted up Like a child's on seeing a Christmas tree. His Christmas arrived in June.
Little I am, A boy of seven. Big but is the heart I offer. Will you take it? Little is the pocket money I carry with me. Big but for an ice-cream everyday. Will you share mine? Little short I am Compared to the big boys. Big but to climb every tall tree. Will you [...]
He had always found the girl with the ponytail irritating, Till one day, he saw her unfurl it and his heart skipped a beat. Now, he finds himself pulling it, time and again.